Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that won't stop rubbing your head.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Mat of Dryer Lint
A terrible muffin from a coffee cart in Broad Ripple
A backpack full of survival supplies
A Set of Ukulele Strings
A cherry blossom
The exact number of roads a man must walk down
A Seashell
A box of honeycomb cereal
An incomplete printout listing all 9 billion names of god
A Big Mouth Billy Bass that's been hacked to sing Never Gonna Give You Up

>_